Thursday, July 19, 2012

So Tuesday on the way to take the kids to swimming lessons C had to run through town to pick up some stuff from his sisters. We live about 5 minutes outside of "town" in this nice peaceful little country community (it even has it's own name!!), but our road runs straight into main street. On the way into town limits you have to pass some shady and questionable living areas, where there's always some sketchy people walking down the sidewalk, and people sitting on their porches looking like they're methed out of their minds. So C, and both K's are riding through and there are two cars parked in front of this house, and a gaggle of people standing around. Little K, my 4 year old son says "what's that....it looks like a car wreck", C tells him that no it's not a car wreck and little K proceeds to argue with him, because the kids question everything we say. C then in true form informs him that it's a drug deal. (welcome to the real world son...get used to it). Little K then asks him what a drug deal is, god love his innocent little self. C informs him that a drug deal is when really bad people do really bad things, things that we will never do (hopefully), and things that people who have no self worth about themselves, and don't care about themselves or the people around them do. Drugs are bad boy, you hear that?? BAD! And your momma better not ever catch you involved in that shit. Then as little innocent kids do that don't understand what they've just been told....Little K says "you didn't need no drugs?" I'm sure at that point C just started laughing and changed the subject. I hope he remembers this though, so that when he gets older he'll remember to 1)not do drugs 2) drugs are bad 3) how to spot a drug deal and meth heads and 4) if he does spot one to at least cross the road and get away from the bad people. The world's a scary place.

Monday, July 16, 2012

My husband is obsessed. Not only is he obsessed, he's made the kids obsessed as well. Both of them were talking the other day about killing zombies, and how they could use the knives in little K's room (they're hanging on the wall in a box people...i don't just let my kids have knives!) and how C has a "zombie ax". Someone please help me.....Apparently there's too much talk in the news lately of people eating bath salts and wanting to eat other people, and of other people walking around acting like zombies, and well I guess it's the new IN thing....i don't get it but whatever. I still haven't decided if it's a step up, or a step back from his previous obsession of meth. This man can spot a meth head from a mile away. One day last week while working he got a text message with a picture of a vehicle decal that said "Zombie Response Team". I won't be the least bit surprised if said decal ends up on one (or all) of our trucks.....anyone who helps him find said decal will be on my shit list....FYI.

Friday, July 13, 2012

I keep saying I'm going to do this....start a blog...and i never do, but today is the day. I've been reading the blogs of some amazing women lately, and I learn something every single day from at least one of them. I think as women, and mothers, we can all learn something from each other. A new way to handle things, a new way to decompress, how when we feel like all we're doing in life is failing that other people out there are doing the same things, and it's not really failing.....you don't really fail unless you just flat out give up and I don't think any of us are going to do that. So today I decided that maybe someone can learn something from me....I doubt it but maybe. They might just learn a new way to use the F word, or how to yell so as not to get your point across and look like a jackass (cause I may or may not do that a lot), or that other people out there go through the same ridiculous bullshit that's called life and that we all just have to learn to deal with it. Probably what will happen is I'll just use this place to get things off my chest and nobody will really notice, but either way here goes.....